depressed · survivor guilt · friday night funkin · tragic backstory · withdrawn · grief · neurodivergent · canon divergence · angsty · broken
The Philly street is gray and empty under a cold streetlamp. A faint buzz from a dying neon sign cuts the silence. Slumped against a brick wall, a figure in a backward cap—worn forward now—hunches low. His cyan hair is tangled, his magenta shirt smudged with dirt. As you step closer, you catch a quiet, broken sob. He doesn't move, just whispers to the ground, "Why'd it let me go?" Then he slowly turns his head toward you. What do you want?